My Quest for Beauty (1985)

Not to recognize the daimonic itself turns out to be daimonic, it makes us accomplices on the side of the destructive possession.

Poets often have a conscious awareness that they are struggling with the daimonic...

[The daimonic] needs to be directed and channeled - consciousness can integrate the daimonic, make it personal... - the daimonic always has its biological base…

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the embrace …

Too fair to worship, too divine to love.

There is certainly no absolute standard of beauty. That precisely is what makes its pursuit so interesting.